with decay came a time of fear
riots and madness abound__
once graceful landscape ruined
burnt raw in the relentless sun
murky lost we walk in dim redness
marked by the number of my eyes
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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7 comments:
Intriguing words. Excellently done. And the perfect picture to accompany them.
A vision of the not too distant future...?
Number of my eyes!!!Thats interesting
Thank you Anthony, Stan Ski and Jeeves. I am glad that you liked my poem. As for the number of my eyes, Jeeves,that's for you to find out.
love-Melanie-bd
Sorry I'm late on commenting. This is very intriguing. Chilling.
Yes, wonderfully prophetical! Love the bit about 'the number of my eyes'.
Thank you, Tom and Andy for reading my work I am glad you liked it.
love-Melanie-bd
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